Kelley Armstrong Quotes

You can run, but you can't hide, Cupcake." Morelli said. "I'll find you." "You are such a cop." "Tell me about it.

I am hunted by humans.

Disney World?” Ari felt like his head was about to explode. “Disney World?” His gravelly voice rose into a harsh shriek. “They’re not on vacation! They’re on the run! They’re running for their lives! Death is following them like a bullet, and they’re on the Big Thunder Mountain Railroad?

You can run but you can't hide

I go around the world dealing with running and hiding... I can't take a walk in the park . I can't go to the store... I have to hide in the room. You feel like you're in prison.

Now, we'll have to hang out here until we're sure Jared's really gone and can't catch us." He grinned conspiratorially. "Then we'll have some fun!" I remembered that his idea of fun was usually along the lines of an armed standoff.

I hear them playing Elvis, they on they way to Graceland. But they don't scare me, I'm in the trunk.

He can run, but he can't hide.

A man trying to escape never thinks himself sufficiently concealed.

I felt like a hunted animal, followed constantly, waiting to be killed.

He has never been more than two steps ahead of the law.

I don't spend all day running hand-on-hat from shadowy figures - I'm in exile.

But I smiled, and smiling was easy, no matter how strange and disorienting the street seemed to be. I was a fugitive. I was a wanted man, a hunted man, with a price on my head. And I was still one step ahead of them. I was free. Every day, when you're on the run, is the whole of your life. Every free minute is a short story with a happy ending.

Catch me if you can -A

If you had killed Watson, you would not have got out of this room alive.

You got to hidey-hide, you got to jump and run again. You got to hide-hidey-hide, the old man is down the road.

[Cade Yeager] is like a man on the run which is fun, it's a bit of an adventure story.

If you hear the dogs, keep going. If you see the torches in the woods, keep going. If there's shouting after you, keep going. Don't ever stop. Keep going. If you want a taste of freedom, keep going.

I'm like the Fugitive, running from the one-armed indie-rock community!

They were trying to run, trying to hide. But the rock would not hide them; the dead tree gave no shelter.

I made a lot of exits through side doors, down fire escapes or over rooftops. I abandoned more wardrobes in the course of five years than most men acquire in a lifetime. I was slipperier than a buttered escargot.

We're all running away. Some of us just don't get very far.

All right," Spook said. He reached to the ground, scooping up a pile of ash. "Let's just rub this into your clothing and on your face...." Breeze froze. "I'll meet you back ath the lair," he finally said.

We run down the right fork, Manchee at our heels, the night and a dusty road stretching out in front of us, an army and a disaster behind us, me and Viola, running side by side.

I don't keer w'at you do wid me, Brer Fox,' sezee, 'so you don't fling me in dat brier-patch. Roas' me, Brer Fox' sezee, 'but don't fling me in dat brier-patch,' sezee.